@12:48 am
I hate it when I go to places stained wif memories that cant b materialized anymore.
I hate it when I hear songs that used to mean somethin but are merely words now or worse.. it's used on someone else.
I hate it when my hair curls in the wrong direction.
I hate it when I get emo.
I hate it when little kids get in my way. (BIG TSK)
I hate it when my tummy becomes obvious after a meal.
I hate it when my claypot rice tastes weird.
I hate it when I'm broke.
I hate it when it's sunday cos the next day will b a monday.
I hate it when I get too kan chiong.
I hate it when I speak a little too much.
I hate it when I shut myself away from pple who matter.
I hate it when I noe that I hafta go thru the inevitable.